By-Sri Sai Mohana Godavarthy
How strange it feels
To suddenly be invisible
To the same people
Whom you called your friends
Mere moments ago
To be left behind
Not even glancing back once
To see if I am following or
If I am down on my knees
Not bothering to wipe my tears
Not caring to share warmth
When I am stuck in this veil of darkness
Those people whom I called my friends
What kind of friend
Walks away when you
Need them the most in the time
Ignores your cries for help
Its my fault
I was too blinded
By my own kindness
By my own optimism
And my own feelings
To know what they truly are
Just people who will come to you
When they are in need
But never turn up when you need them
It hurts to be this way
To be introverted
Never able to mingle again
When I crave some friendship
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